Movie Night

[benigncancer]

Characters: Signless and The Grand Highblood Subjugglator
Setting: The media room on Floor 14
Format: Action
Summary: This is a bit backdated, to this day. Signless has designated today to be "No Culling" day and he and GHB are going to watch movies in an ill-advised attempt to keep GHB entertained.
Warnings: Possible (probable?) violence.

[Signless is already waiting, sorting through movies to find something that will hopefully appeal to the violent troll. Something blackrom, probably, but maybe with a redroom subplot, so that he can start to introduce the concept of pity to the indigoblood.

This is going to end so badly.

He looks up as the GHB enters and smiles, trying to hide his nervousness]

Hey, you showed up.

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[benigncancer]

[Indeed, the movie is reaching its climax. The sea dweller rescues his red love from his kismesis and the kismesis is killed in the process, thereby - from a story perspective - punishing her for stepping outside of quadrant etiquette and interfering with her kismeses' red relationship.

The sea dweller absconds with the slave, finding a new life on the fringes as a pirate and, it seems, happy with the result. It was quite a controversial film, and Signless heard the writer was nearly culled when it aired. But that's why he likes it.

As the credits roll, he grins up at the Highblood nervously]

So what did you think?

[grandhighblood]

[He makes a soft grunting sound, looking down at Signless from the corner of his eye. The arm that had been resting on the couch shifts a little so that a couple of claws rest on the top of the Signless's head, though it's probably not entirely intentional...

Sighing deeply, he replies:]

I must get my motherfucking honesty on about this shit. If the motherfucker who all made this movie was in this room, right the fuck now, he would be motherfucking dead. I'd cull his ass so fucking hard. [Then with a small frown and rubbing his chin] ...and you got some shitty tastes in cinema. What the fuck kind of ending was that?

[benigncancer]

[Signless ducks his head a little under the weight of those claws. Well, shit.]

I didn't think you'd like the ending. I figured it was worth it for the issues raised in the film, though... Such as that happiness might be more important than blood caste.

[grandhighblood]

[tap tap tap tap. his fingers tap against the signless's head.]

Ooh, a moral to the motherfucking happy story... you all trying to schoolfeed about something here, brother? [rolls his eyes, not even trying to understand the concept.]

[benigncancer]

[Stop that. He tries to subtly move his head out from under the Highblood's hand]

No, not really. Just expose you to different ideas. The script writer nearly got culled for this one, but in the end I guess it was popular enough that they decided to give him a chance to write something more patriotic next time.

[grandhighblood]

[he lets him move, but his arm still remains around the couch.]

You're wasting your motherfucking time, and if I had fuck all to actually do today, I would've said you were motherfucking wasting mine as well. Fine, you motherfucking succeeded, brother, got all that candy-red flushed romance shit all awash on a brother's thinkpan. Doesn't change a damned thing, though.

[benigncancer]

[Signless shifts to look at the Highblood more directly, tucking his legs under him on the sofa. He smiles and gives a shrug.]

That's fine. Maybe we can watch another movie, sometime. Your choice, next time?

[grandhighblood]

[dead pan face. god he is just so infuriatingly positive.........]

Watching movies...fuck, watching motherfucking movies with you is just a damn chore. I don't even all know why I motherfucking put up with your ass.

[benigncancer]

Is it that bad? Maybe I pushed you too far with my choice, but we can watch a different kind of movie next time, if you prefer. Or we can do something else. [He's easy, Highblood. Really. Don't be mad.]

[grandhighblood]

[he just. can't understand why you of all people would want to spend time with him like this. at all. it just doesn't make sense hhhrghh!!!

so instead of a proper answer or angry retort, he just gets an odd side-eyed look from the ghb.......]

....

[benigncancer]

What? You don't know why I'd want to hang out with you? [He laughs] This has been sort of fun, actually. Enlightening, at least. And I'd sure rather become friends with you than end up getting bashed to a pulp one of these days.

[grandhighblood]

[his expression hardens a little, finding the way the Signless laughed and talked so...freely a bit...disturbing? Not that it's unpleasant in any way, but really.]

Not worried that maybe one motherfucking day, out of the blue, that I might all just take a club to your fucking soft-ass sponge anyway?

[benigncancer]

Maybe you will. [He shrugs and leans back again] But if you're likely to do that while we're hanging around watching a movie, you're way MORE likely to do it if we don't.

[grandhighblood]

The chances of having your motherfucking skull bashed in is still high in either situation. Is trying to prove a motherfucking point really worth it?

[He sorta hisses out the last part, voice calm but sounding a bit incredulous despite the fact that the Signless had been very clear about his position. The hand on the couch suddenly comes to life, crawling over the Signless's head, his claws curling around slowly.]

[benigncancer]

[He freezes, struggling to keep his face composed as the claws curl around his forehead. His fingers twitch a little, but he doesn't make any move to defend himself.]

I didn't do this to prove a point. I like watching movies, and introducing them to people who haven't seen them before.

[grandhighblood]

[Although the fingers remain wrapped around his head, he merely strokes his thumb along the Signless's cheek absentmindedly, watching the skin turn a warm sort of pinkish gray beneath his rubs.

There's a bit of tense silence before the highblood speaks again.]

Then let a brother all give you his motherfucking thanks. For the movie.

[benigncancer]

[Signless smiles and turns his head, just a fraction, just enough to catch a glimpse of the Highblood out of the corner of his eye without making it seem like he was trying to dislodge the hand on his head - which was not only pretty much right on his horns, but had claws really close to his eyes.]

And let me tell you, it was my pleasure, brother.